"Bad Guy No Anal &¥#!" On horseback, someone shouted, and the sound was very similar to Chinese, but Zhang Qian didn't understand a word.

The dizziness caused by the detachment made it impossible for him to carefully figure out what the other party was talking about. Staggering half a step, he struggled with his left hand to hold on to an old elm tree.

The rough bark of the old elm tree rubbed against his palm, bringing a hot pain. However, it also slowed down the speed at which he fell, at least, preventing his face from coming into direct contact with the ground.

"Bad luck no tank&¥#! , I'm &&¥@......"

"Human tiger, human road, kill Zhao Wei, to make a high#@#......" The rescuer continued to shout and approached, his movements were extremely crisp and neat. Halfway through, two men rode away from the group and searched the grass and woods on both sides of the trail, one left and one right.

"Hey!" Using the little strength he had left, Zhang Qian pushed towards the root of the tree, turning his head and upper body forty-five degrees, changing from a dog gnawing posture to Ge You's paralysis.

Still embarrassed, but at least, it allowed him to look up and give the rescuer a polite smile.

"I didn't ......" responded with only two words, and it was stuck in Zhang Qian's throat. Zhang Qian's two eyes instantly stared uncontrollably, and his heart was like being filled with mercury, constantly falling down, down, down, all the way into the abyss!

"God, you don't have eyes! Lao Tzu just walked and glanced at his phone! The scream sounded in my head. At this moment, Zhang Qian knew that he had indeed crossed over!

Although he had vaguely prepared in his heart before this, the moment he saw what the rescuers were wearing, he was still devastated by the blow!

There were eight belated rescuers. They all rode horses, but the difference in rank between them was clear at a glance.

Only two of them wore strange-looking round hats, one black and one green. The other six all wore a dusty cloth headscarf on their heads.

Beneath the cloth turban was dusty hair, wrapped in a bun like a bun, and a grease twisted wooden stick was inserted horizontally in the center.

The two men with round hats wore khaki robes, while the other six were all dressed in gray and blue coats and gray and blue trousers.

The two men with round hats each wore a pair of half-high-top boots, while the other six wore cloth shoes on their feet. And the style of cloth shoes is very ugly, twice as ugly as the old cotton shoes he saw when Zhang Qianqian went to the countryside to teach in the countryside during his junior year!

……

"Bad guys!" Before he could see more, the black round hat folded his hands in front of his chest and greeted him again.

"Ah, ah, it's okay, I'm okay!" Zhang Qian's soul was quickly pulled back by the other party's words and actions.

With his arms firmly supporting the ground, he struggled to sit up straight, and responded loudly in Chinese, regardless of what the other party asked just now, whether he understood it or not.

When the other person speaks, put his left hand on top of his right hand and gently hug him. It's a fist salute, a fist salute! Standard ancient Chinese greeting etiquette!

Zhang Qian has seen it in TV series before! When I was in high school, there was a plague epidemic one year, and there were people in society who tried to promote this etiquette to avoid spreading the virus when shaking hands!

This made his heart, which had been falling, finally come into contact with the bottom of the abyss. is not 10,000 zhang deep, and it is only two or three thousand zhang to die.

Although he has crossed, at least he is still in China, and on the earth, he should also meet Han people. I didn't travel to an alien planet that had nothing to do with me, and I didn't encounter headhunters and cannibals!

......Seeing that Zhang Qian's behavior was finally normal, the black round hat lowered his head from the horse, and continued to ask loudly while looking at the clothes on Zhang Qian's body.

It's still a chicken and a duck, but this person's expression and movements make Zhang Qian believe that he has no ill will towards him. Struggling to sit up straighter again, Zhang Qian put his left hand on top of his right hand and hugged it gently, "It's okay!" Thanks a lot! ”

The black yarke didn't understand what he was saying, but he could see his fist salute. A friendly smile immediately bloomed on his face, "¥@#歹势¥#@##&%¥......"

This sentence was not said to Zhang Qian, but to the blue round hat and those cloth turbans beside him. As soon as the words fell, except for the two who rode their horses along the mountain road to serve as guards, everyone else jumped off their mounts, took three steps and made two steps to Zhang Qian's side, and went to help him get up.

"It's okay, I'm fine. If you're out of strength, just rest for a while! "I'm not used to the feeling of being taken care of, Zhang Qian blushed and waved his hand. However, his words, the cloth turbans may not understand a word. Just put his armpits on his armpits, and dragged him up from the ground by the back.

"Hiss-" The action was too quick and pulled the wound on his thigh, and Zhang Qian gasped in pain.

This voice was better than all the kind words that had come before. The cloth turbans immediately slowed down. The guy in the blue round hat ran to his mount in three steps and two steps. The moment he turned around, two short wings were revealed behind the round hat, jumping up and down, like two rabbit ears.

"Poof......" Zhang Qianqiang couldn't hold back his laughter, and quickly turned his gaze from the back of the blue round hat to the cloth turban beside him.

The gray and blue gowns on the cloth turbans were all right-handed, and the length was longer than the knee. This discovery made his heart feel a lot more steady.

As a liberal arts student, Confucius said "Micro Tube Zhong, I am sent to the left!" Zhang Qian remembers it clearly. This is not because he has any imperial and Han plots, but the only bit of historical common sense in his mind tells him that in ancient times, agricultural civilization had more abundant food, more hygienic living habits, and there was Chinese medicine after getting sick, rather than simply bloodletting or dancing gods.

However, after less than twenty seconds, he couldn't be happier.

The blueball hat took a gourd from under the saddle, pulled the plug open, and poured an earthy grey powder into his left palm.

Just when Zhang Qian was curious about what those earthy gray powders were, the blue round hat had already re-stuffed the gourd, and ran back to him after three steps and two steps, lowered his head, and spat on the gray powder twice, "Phew!" Immediately, with lightning speed, he smeared the mixture of spit and gray powder on his wound!

"Ahh Not because it hurts, but because of the other person's actions.

Dodging doesn't work! Four cloth turbans supported him, enough to offset the little strength he had just recovered. In the next moment, the fragrance of the powder and the smell of bad breath penetrated his nostrils at the same time.

"He's medicating, he's medicating! He was born out of good intentions, good intentions! In ancient times, the land was vast and sparsely populated, and there were no infectious diseases, no infectious diseases! You can't hit the doctor, and the doctor doesn't have a child! Zhang Qianxin tried to reassure himself so that he would not raise his fist and smash it in the face of the person who was applying the medicine to him.

"Hurt @#*&......%!" The kind-hearted blue round hat Langzhong, who didn't know his nose at all, was almost smashed flat by the patient. He touched each of Zhang Qian's three wounds with his dirty fingers and made a loud judgment.

"It's okay, it's really okay, skin trauma, skin trauma!" Zhang Qian was touched and had goosebumps all over his body, and he opened his throat and emphasized loudly.

The blue round-hat Langzhong didn't understand what he was saying, and he didn't pay attention to it. His gaze fell on his wound in a daze, refusing to move.

"You rest for a while, I'll come by myself, come by myself!" Zhang Qian was afraid that he would use new tricks to "treat" his wounds, so he quickly lowered his voice a few points and discussed with the other party in a pleading tone.

The blue round hat still turned a deaf ear to his pleadings, and slowly stretched out his hand again, and gently stroked it near the wound with his dirty fingers, as if caressing a priceless treasure.

"It's over, I've met a pervert! God, how much enmity do I have with you?! Although there was still a layer of jeans between the other party's fingers, more goosebumps came out of Zhang Qian's body in rows.

Taking a deep breath, he concentrated the little strength he had left in his body on his left leg, and at the same time quietly aimed his knee at the tip of the nose of "Perverted Langzhong".